Emily Pauline Johnson

[Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

81. Lullaby Of The Iroquois 1/1/2004
82. Rainfall 1/1/2004
83. The Cattle Thief 1/1/2004
84. Moonset 1/1/2004
85. Aspens 1/1/2004
86. Beyond The Blue 1/1/2004
87. Ojistoh 1/1/2004
88. Finale 1/1/2004
89. Close By 1/1/2004
90. As Red Men Die 1/1/2004
91. Autumn's Orchestra 1/1/2004
92. Canada 1/1/2004
93. A Cry From An Indian Wife 1/1/2004
94. The Giant Oak 1/1/2004
95. At Sunset 1/1/2004
96. Fire-Flowers 1/1/2004
97. Canadian Born 1/1/2004

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  • Jerry Apted Jerry Apted (2/14/2012 3:46:00 AM)

    Her words flew from her beating heart. Alas! this is now still. Her words will stay upon the pages for Eternity

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Best Poem of Emily Pauline Johnson

Canadian Born

We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial ...

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Idles the night wind through the dreaming firs,
That waking murmur low,
As some lost melody returning stirs
The love of long ago;
And through the far, cool distance, zephyr fanned.
The moon is sinking into shadow-land.

The troubled night-bird, calling plaintively,
Wanders on restless wing;

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